I believe this is specifically about English soldiers on the Western Front during WW1. The Great War left an indelible mark on British society - it impacted every family. It created a Lost Generation. The British Empire never recovered. "And after the storm, Post battle, a soldier is retreating to safety. He drops to his knees in exhaustion and pain - realizing his friends are gone and his boyish dreams of glory are shattered. He is literally praying. "Night has always pushed up day Tomorrow will come for the survivors, whether they want to see it or not. There is no greater proof of life than witnessing death; seeing the bodies of your comrades buried and decaying in the trenches. It is a constant reminder that the soldier is alive. It is prayer and a primal scream that the soldier will not become one of "them". "And I took you by the hand This is a flashback to the villages where the Pal Regiments were formed. Entire communities sent their boys off to serve together. They marched through the squares to cheers and tears from girlfriends and mothers, respectively. They did it for the glory of England, King and country. It was what they were taught to believe. It was deeply ingrained as duty. "But there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears. This is the fear of battle and the release that death provides. Death brings relief from pain and heartbreak. This is the only positive spin a soldier can conjure. The Brits were constantly taking territory from entrenched German positions. The orders of the day were almost always, "Today we take that hill, boys!" The Germans seemed to always have the high ground. Victory and life itself, lived over that hill. Either way, a soldier would sleep well at the end of the day, whether in a captured trench or a shallow grave. "And now I cling to what I knew The soldier is clinging to sanity and naive beliefs about the glory of war. He has now witnessed the horror of battle and he realizes that he must suspend grand notions and focus only on simple survival. Just surviving the day is victory - maps, generals, parades ... they mean nothing anymore. "And I won't die alone and be left there. The soldier is contemplating his own death and final resting place. Will he go home to the village cemetery or be covered over in a shell hole in no man's land? And does it even matter? He is but one of millions to go into the maw. He's terrified thinking about the battles he's seen and the battles he still must endure. "And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears. Here the soldier is talking to his dead friend. He repeats his prayer for his friend who we know is gone as the Lord has taken his spirit and filled it with His grace. He now lies in a coffin with the garlands of a returning hero upon his head. The repetition of this verse underscores it as a prayer, a hymn. And after the storm Night has always pushed up day And I took you by the hand And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears And now I cling to what I knew And I won't die alone and be left there And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears |
After the storm lyrics mumford and sons
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